Although the entire novel only recounts a single day, Virginia Woolf covers an entire life in her illuminating novel about the mystery of the human personality. The delicate Clarissa Dalloway, a disciplined Englishwoman, provides a perfect contrast to Septimus Warren Smith, a mad former soldier living in chaos. Even though the two never meet, these two match in that they strive to maintain possession of themselves, of their souls. On this Wednesday in June 1923, as Clarissa prepares for her party that evening, the events of the day trigger memories and memories of her past, and Woolf offers these fragments to the reader, who must then form the psychological makeup and emotional about his past. Mrs. Dalloway in her own mind. The reader also learns about Clarissa Dalloway through the thoughts of other characters, such as her former love interest Peter Walsh, her husband Richard, and her daughter Elizabeth. Septimus Warren Smith, driven mad after witnessing his friend's death during the war, acts as Clarissa's societal antithesis; however, the reader learns that they are often more similar than different. Thus, Virginia Woolf examines human personality in two distinct ways: she observes that different aspects of a person's personality emerge before different people; it also analyzes how a person's appearance and that person's reality diverge. By offering personality in all its forms, Woolf demonstrates the complex nature of humans. As a wildly unconventional novel, Mrs. Dalloway poses a challenge to many diligent readers; Woolf does not separate her novel into chapters, almost all the "action" occurs in the characters' thoughts, and the reader must piece the story together from random bits and pieces of information... middle of paper. .... more. All these contrasts confirm Woolf's assertion: no one can or should ever be referred to as someone with only one dominant characteristic, because no one remains invariable. Yet this novel is not just about Mrs. Dalloway or her complex nature, but rather about Woolf's realization that, as Mrs. Dalloway is multidimensional, each human is a mixture of her concepts, memories, emotions; Yet this same human being leaves behind as many different impressions as there are people who associate with that person. Furthermore, Woolf raises the question: if each person's impression of the other is only a fragment of the whole, what is the "real world" like, where each person's consummate nature is visible? Only then does one realize that such a thing, consummate nature, does not exist, and that with human personality, what you see in that moment is what you get..